But the royal family was so huge. Not to mention the ex-king had three small brothers who later married several women, so their lineage was kind of messed up. Severus probably cannot remember every one of them. So, who can she be?
Severus saw her coming towards him, "Sigh. She just won't let me take a break."
He ducked and sprinted away using shelves as his blind spots. Sure enough, if he just remains quiet and hides his smell, he can have some free time. He smartly chose the dustiest shelf so that his smell could overlap with dust.
He thought hard about his conversation with Rye but nothing rang a bell. Sweat started dripping from his scalp as he was frustrated about her identity.
Drip!
Drip!
Drip!
Since it was dead silent inside the room Severus easily heard the dripping sound that the mummy liquid made. Every time it meets the ground, the ground will burn. Just as it would burn from corrosive acid.
"What sorcery was this?"
